Love

Love

Love is like a rose
it blooms
it flourishes
it lives
it is beautiful in the eyes of the beholder
it is life as they know it
the thorns are still there
they hold up love contain, it
wish it bottled up and unknown
frighten people to touch it
for fear of hurt and pain
yet the blossom beckons
yearning to be realized
withholding the power in it
ever so wishing to be released
but in full bloom
can be beautiful and wanted
by many in this world
it is life and it is death
it is until we meet again

Her

Her

Her, she is the one
the one I've wanted
the one I've waited for my whole life
the answer to all of my prayers
the pleasure to all my pain
the beauty to my heart
the jealousy of all others
because they know they will not, cannot find another like her
and she is mine all mine
I hope. . .

im still working on it.

the tears rolling down my face,
are they really that hard to see?
my life has come crashing down,
but all you do is mock me.

im trying to understand
why you throw up these walls
and turn to walk away
you dont even return my calls

why you always decide to go
my life must mean nothing to you
your words have torn us apart
and i want you to know what you put me through

Hurt

Hurt

Lying here missing you
don't really know what to do
tears in my eyes come watch me cry
knowing all you wish to do
is run free away from me
and all my harm
into his arms . . .

Pain

Pain

Pain is an oddity at best
it is the line between love and hate
and when it rears its ugly head
all will cringe with fright
it steals in upon you
like a thief in the dead of night
and renders you so useless
one without thought or plight
it consumes your head and heart
wishing you none the better
it can burn inside
or secretly hide lying under your heart
but it always comes around
every time we part